AN- Hey lovely readers, hope you are all having a great day and got your popcorn ready. This chapter will centre on Amber and Sofia as she will be giving the love advice to Sofia. Also in case you had no idea, this is set seven years after the series final: Forever Royal. This chapter has been proof read a billion times. Get comfy and enjoy ;)

Note: If you a fan of Cedfia, but want a bit of tragedy, go read my new one shot and give me your thoughts. It's called: Say something, I'm giving up on you.

Warning: I have to warn you in advance, these methods of love advice are of course very terrible ideas which you should never reenact in real life as we all know that love advice from books or TV shows are unrealistic.

Rated: T

Disclaimer: I do NOT own SFT (sadly).

"You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams."
― Dr. Seuss

Enchancia.

Sofia pulled a sheepish grin, heavily persuaded buy her sister's cool and confident characteristics, to blurt out her crush's name. Amber stared at her in awe, excited to learn the name of this mystery man. The night light shone gracefully outside, peaking in the slim gaps of Amber's window, shining inward to shed light in her room like a stage spotlight.

Sofia was lost deep in intoxicated thoughts, mostly filled to the brim with imagery of her and Cedric, skipping wondrously through an enchanting meadow hand in hand. Or perhaps stuffing their faces with the finest snacks in the castle, laughing and giggling on a pick nick blanket, not caring for anyone's opinion. What did it matter that he was a sorcerer, magic does not defy love just as status doesn't either.

Her other thoughts consisted purely of dread, as her Father, the King, held this certain ambiguous grudge for the poor sorcerer, even after he had worked years on end, proving to him that he was a changed man.

Ever since he had taken over the Kingdom, he had a sense of guilt whirling inside of him like a raging typhoon. He would proceed to spend countless hours, days, months, years, straining his ability to prove to the King that he had changed. It didn't seem to matter.

Roland still resented him, still held a scornful grudge which faded but never passed as the years fluttered by. Worried that Cedric might snap once again, transforming into the monster that he witnessed attempt to overthrow him.

Sofia had always believed that people could change, ever since she was a young girl. Seeing the good in people was one of her specialties, which is why she didn't give up on him so willingly.

She knew there was good somewhere deep under a thick ash blanket of hate and jealousy, all she had to do was bring him back to life. Dust away all of his flaws. All she wished was for her Father to finally forgive him, after all it had been a little over eight years!

Sofia blankly glued her eyes to the ground, washing all her thoughts and feelings away with the adrenaline that had now evoked inside of her mind. Amber had just offered to give her love advice, what word in that sentence wasn't exciting? She could finally become a confident young women, using her newly obtained skills to capture Cedric's feelings.

"Sofia?" said Amber, coolly.

Sofia's head suddenly sprung up, "Oh yes, uhm what were we uhm talking about?"

"Oh Sofia, if your attention is this bad, how can I count on you to focus when I reveal my love expertise to you?"

Widening her eyes, she brushed away any worries from her brain, focusing solely on how to impress Cedric. Amber examined her closely, waiting for her sister's I'm awake sort of message before fathering on.

"Sorry...I zoned out?" She said. "Carry on!" The Princess shouted, a little too energetically.

Amber doesn't say anything at first, but smiles and chuckles a little. Soon after the giggling dies out, she gets up from her bed and pulls open her large bedside drawer. Inside was a bunch of beauty magazines, about five lipsticks, mascara's, blusher's, two hand mirrors and a novel facing downwards so the title wasn't present.

Amber heaves it out, gawking at Sofia as she hands it to her. Amber knew very well Sofia's thoughts on novels containing romance, they were full of unrealistic coincidences, over exaggerated pity stories such as one of them being terminally ill or stupid scenarios on how they meet! Why would anyone fall in love just because they looked at each other for a split second or bumped into each other randomly?

"Amber..." said Sofia, flipping the book over to read the title: The Notepad. She rolled her eyes, if Amber's advice was to consist of trashy advice from a romance novel then she wasn't prepared to listen at all.

"Yes, I know you are not fond of romance novels, but did I ever tell you how me and Dessy fell madly in love?!" Said Amber, sickly. "Oh It's so romantic, Sofia!"

Dessy? Was she really giving Desmond a pet name like THAT? Sofia's mind cringed even thinking of watching a scene like that play out.
It reminded her of Romeo and Juliet and how embarrassing it was when she, Amber and Desmond had sat on the sofa, watching it to the end. If you guessed that Amber cried at the end, you are correct!

After Romeo had thought Juliet was dead after the letter of her plan had not been received, he thought that since she was dead, he must die too. Apparently, because life wouldn't be worth living without her.

What angered Sofia the most is when Juliet stirs awake, she can see clearly that Romeo is not acting himself as he is crying and holding a thin, glass vile up to his mouth. Instead of saying something, she lifts her hand up slower than a snail, smiling weirdly as he downs the poison. Tragically, he sees her and unfortunately dies in her arms. Juliet is of course hopeless without her Romeo, so she shoots herself.

"Just say something!" Sofia would yell. "Why aren't you saying anything?!"

In all honesty, Sofia enjoyed the movie just as she enjoyed watching the play version at the Enchancia theatre. Yet that annoying moment where we are made to believe that Juliet would have been that stupid to not say something really suspended disbelief too far.

"Haha no that's OK!" said Sofia, spritely. "You've already told me a million times before"

Amber giggled, love hearts appearing into her eyes, dreamily. Sofia just rolled her eyes. Since when did Amber become this love struck over a book worm who once upon a time she couldn't stand? Oh well, love is love and it just so happens that she needs to be that way inclined too.

"OK, so as you detest romance novels, I will only use a few of their ideas," said her sister, kindly. "Are you OK with that?"

Sofia nodded regrettably.

"Firstly, whoever this mystery boy is, he will most likely be shy which is why he hasn't confronted you yet!" she said, high spirits leaping out of her throat. "So, who is this mystery boy?" repeated her sister from earlier.

Sofia had hoped that the question wouldn't spring up again, how could she possibly tell her it's Cedric? Biting her lip, scratching her head as a distraction, she yearned desperately for her to shift onto a different topic, or even to just shut her mouth, kindly. Shouldn't she realise that she wanted to not answer that, clearly by her awkward expression, fixated onto her face?

"Never mind then..." Amber huffed. "We'll get onto that later," winking, she snatched the book back, flicking to chapter three. "Ah, see here!" She pointed blatantly at a paragraph containing a scene where this girl tripped over accidentally, allowing her crush to rush in and catch her, nobly.

Sofia's mind span wildly at the idea. Round and round, upside down. She couldn't put that much pressure on poor Mr Ceeedric, and what if he didn't manage to catch her in time?

She would plummet to the cold floor, slamming her fragile face onto it. Imagine if that was to be a result, she would be bruised on her face, looking highly unattractive for him. In no way, shape or form would she ever want to attempt that little scenario.

"No way!" Sofia replied, hastily. "I'll look so stupid, plus what if...he doesn't..."

"Catch you?"

She nodded.

There was no doubt in her voice, whatsoever, it was though she had seen the future already. "You won't actually fall."

Sofia raised a brow in confusion, "What?"

"You'll only pretend to fall. Look I'll demonstrate!"

Amber stepped over to the far side of the room, whipping out a feathered fan, fluttering it as she began to strut elegantly across the room. Sofia scrutinized every step, astounded at her ability to make walking look like it took practice.

Then just as her foot touched the middle, she leaned forward, falling gracefully to the ground. Not a scratch, nor thud occurred. Amber swiftly got up, put her fan away and patted her dress down before beckoning her sister to copy.

With doubt, she ambled across the room, copying each dainty step her sister had before. Only when she attempted to tiptoe like an angel, she sounded like a giant, parading carelessly on a relentless rampage or a troll (no offense to them) stomping angrily.

Once she reached the middle, she leaned just as Amber did only instead of perfectly hitting the ground softly, she slammed the ground instead, waving her arms like a flying goose as she descended.

Thank god that was only a trial. If Cedric had saw that circus show, he'd sure have laughed probably thinking what a right idiot she is. As a Princess, you'd think she'd have a likelier chance of fifteen minutes of fame, not ten years of shame.

If she could make falling look dignified, maybe she'd do alright. Sneaking an embarrassed look at her sister, she immediately saw a snicker creep from under her breath, although she turned it into a cough once she caught her staring.

Amber hoisted her sister up, giving her a you'll get there soon type of look. "Don't worry Sofia, tomorrow is when the real game starts. This was all a practice, so don't panic." said Amber, encouragingly. "Now, you best be going bed. Meet me here after breakfast, sharp!"

Tired, the Princess nodded, making her way back to her sister's room and into her own. Inside, it was warm but refreshing, scents of lavender and grass prickled up her sensitive nose.

The maids must have washed her quilt, because instead of a musky smell clogging her nose, a lighter, fresher scent aired around instead. Smelt like cinnamon. Her bedroom was nothing like she had left it this morning, her closet was tidy, her vanity table had been scrubbed and polished and dresses were no longer piled up onto the floor.

Thankfully, it meant less work for herself, after all learning how to fall like an actress was harder than Amber made it out to be. Sofia remembered how Amber noticed a mascara smudge under her eye, so quickly she went over to her mirror and was horrified by the sight she saw. A minuscule dot was present under her left eye, A CATASTROPHE. Not.

Why had she made such a fuss over a dot that any normal person would need a microscope to see? Grabbing a wet cloth, she wiped her eye gingerly, removing the dot from under her left eye, then maneuvering it carefully all over her face to get rid of the last of her makeup.

Sofia slumped herself on her bed, clambering in the duvet to feel the immense warmth it let off. Clover would usually visit her in the evening, but as it was you should have been asleep hours ago o'clock, he probably went home.

As she drifted off to sleep, her dreams whisked their way in just as they did most nights. Not that she didn't like dreams, but they were often the same old, same old. Plus sometimes she'd have these terrifying dreams like failing her Kingdom or getting lost in a creepy, desolate woods.

Sofia was succumbed to the flourishing fields of a remote island, Cedric squeezing her hand tightly as they ran across the green grass. All was quiet, all was peaceful and everything was perfect. Grinning at her now and again made her feel safe, rolling down these coincidental hills was fun too and landing awkwardly on top of him at the bottom was something like a fairy-tale.

She almost kissed him, she was inches away from finally receiving her greatest wish. The sun turned away, the shadows became visible and the weather turned into an unforgiving storm. The grass blew against the wind, herself and Cedric got up in distress to what was happening. How odd it was for the sky to turn from blue to bland and their luxurious grassy scene wither into dead weeds.

That was when her father trotted in, steam puffing out of his ears, a death stare bleeding at Cedric's eyes. He looked vicious, it looked like a monster, clawing its way violently through the tall plants and ripping apart the both of them.

The beast roared furiously, disgusted by the both of them cuddled up as if they were together. Sofia nervously held onto Cedric, ignoring the barks of her Father.

"Get away from my daughter, Cedric!" It growled. "You are only a sorcerer!"

That hurt the most, more than any cut or bruise ever could. Seeing her Father belittle him like that was heartbreaking, just because he didn't have a royal status didn't mean he had the right to condemn him.

"Dad?" said Sofia, in a confused manor. "Why are you here?"

"I'm here because I sensed trouble, brewing up." It snapped. "Cedric will never be anything except a lousy sorcerer with no common decency for the rules!"

Sofia knew that her Father still latched this resentment for him, but for him to present himself as some beast with no consideration for her or Cedric's feelings was taking the cake. Whether he be a sorcerer, Prince, Duke, King. It didn't matter.

She could meet a wealthy Prince, but find he is cruel and deceitful. Whereas Cedric was yes only a sorcerer, but he was kind. He made her laugh, smile, happy. Status isn't everything.

"Status doesn't defy love, Dad!" She yelled, crushed by the words he had previously said.

Cedric stood their almost a ghost, feeling scrunched up and washed away by the King's retribution for sorcerer's who disobeyed their purpose. No amount of fake smiles or laughs could spark back his lively persona.

Sofia watched as the King argued with the meek sorcerer, muffled growls and hisses. She felt powerless, every attempt to interrupt her Fathers rage ended on the colourless ground, wallowing in self pity.

Distressed, Sofia bounded out of bed and took a few breathes. Why was her Father so...evil? Although he was never impressed by Cedric's actions, even after saving Sofia from the amulet, he would never dare to show him the disrespect he had in her dream.

Was this a sign to stop? Should she let go of Cedric and find a new guy to crazy herself over?

Indecisive, she perched her backside on the end of bed and pondered in thought for a long couple of minutes, until suddenly there was a loud knock at her door. Who could it be?